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They had lived and loved through the centuries, for millennia, as humans, as etherial beings.
Always finding each other no matter the time spent apart, the setting on the planet might have changed. People, wars, come and gone, but the two remained the same.
“Angel, I will be waiting for you, will you come to me like you usually do?”
The Demon really did not have to ask the question, but he did, just to be sure.
As the Angel would always find him, always make his way to the Demon’s bed, beckoned or not. It was where Aziraphale felt most comfortable and safe.
“I will always come to you my sweet Demon.”
No matter how they moved, it was always as intense like the first time together such a long time ago. The lure still there and guess it would always be that way.
The two were made for each other, carved to fit to one and other. And so, no man nor deity them able to tear apart.
The Angel and his Demon, bound together. Joined, in the eternal dance of making love.